The Old Stagedriver’s Yosemite Yarns (1962) by Laurence Degnan and Douglass Hubbard

LET’S NOT BE HASTY!

ANOTHER DAY our friend Frost (yep,
sorry to say he’d been drinkin’ again) decided
that life was not worth living. He begged his
friend John Baptista Baccigalupi—everyone
called him ‘Bat’—to shoot him. Bat obediently
took up his old Winchester and called out in
businesslike tones, ‘All right, where do you
want me to shoot you? Shall I blow your head
off, or put a hole in your belly?’ Frost hesitated
a moment and then said, ‘I guess there’s
no hurry. Let’s wait ’till morning.’”